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You put a knife to my heart with all the lies to my ears, I must have deserved it …I believed in happy ever after ...what a fool I am, there is no fairy tale ending ...did you ever love me? Was it all on act? did you and your friends laughed at me? push the fool a little further... yes just a little further…did you get a good laugh? was it fun? Now I am breaking …there is no happy ever after, was that your plan?
I hear you're happy now...hours on the phone, that’s how our story started ... now she gets the love messages back and forth...sweet music to her ears ... a beautiful love story...yes… I am happy for you dear...I guess she got the happy ever after while I got the horror story, living in heart break …was that your plan all along?
What did she have, that I didn't? is her smile any brighter ...is her hug any tighter ...is her kiss any nicer ...the passion must be greater... is she your soul-mate? I am hurting… you left my heart to break … did you ever love me? It’s so hard to understand. So, confused feel so abused …was that your plan?
I am now afraid to smile because I am breaking even now. All I have is memories and broken promises, no happy ever after…was that your plan? My heart doesn’t understand…you got your fairy tale ending and I am living in shattered pieces… how could this be? There is no happy ever after for me.
The Meaning of Hot
How many times do you get burned
Before you learn the meaning of hot?
Is it the same thing you learn in love
When your true love is clearly not
He is not the man you thought he was
And he has stolen your heart away
You didn’t even mind at first
Because you believed all he had to say
Lies and broken promises
Has taught you a thing or two
About finding true love in this life
It is only awarded to a chosen few
I can only hope and pray for you
And the next time love comes along
You will look closely before you believe
That melody is truly love’s song
After a while you get so you know
You can tell if it’s true love or not
You have been burned so many times
You should stop and give it some thought
Do some real thinking
Taking all the things you have learned
And keep them within easy reach
To avoid the cost of being burned
Now you know how it is done
You can avoid what love is not.
Keep yourself all together is best
For you have learned the meaning of hot
Connie Moore
2/18/14
Home for sale
Home on fire
Fire in the sky
Fire and brimstone
Brimstone and sulfur
Brimstone and infernal dioxide
Dioxide evangelism
Dioxide emissions
Emissions aggress as amorphous
Emissions control
Control of ourselves (and other selves)
Control the carbon
Carbon is terminal and isotopic
Carbon is a footprint
Footprint reduction
Footprint calculator
Calculator online
Calculator broken
Broken promises
Broken bones on a broken planet
Planet Earth
Planet in peril
Peril is peculiar and personal
Peril is graver danger
Danger inherent and external
Danger zone
Zone out
Zone in
In favor of being
In the know
Know thyself
Know the truth
Truth or dare
Truth hurts
Hurts to see
Hurts to breathe
Breathe deeply
Breathe slowly
Slowly dying
Slowly fading
Fading hope
Fading away
Away from here
Away from there
There is no time
There is no escape
Escape plan
Escape route
Route 66
Route to nowhere
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
Hide
Go...
“This is love: to fly toward a secret Sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.” ~ Rumi
Life can be a pilgrimage through rainless moors
and solemn seascapes draped
in mists of soundless mayhem,
where bleeding butterflies reflect
the fading stars etched with broken promises~
that time has abandoned.
I am a corpse of a firefly suspended
in a maroon mirage,
chained with petunias and pearls,
while my heart seeks a celestial chorus
to recite a harmonious hymn.
I yearn to write a compassionate chord,
ricocheting with empathetic embers,
silencing the fiendish
drumbeats of the devious leeches,
searing the fragile curves
of my cinnamon skin,
as I’ve long been a victim
of the vindictive voices of Satan
and his spellbound followers.
Yet nestled between temptation and torment,
a garden of miracles blooms
with lavender lakeshores,
its sweet scents of honey-rose petals
infusing the aching air,
unveiling a sky adorned with lily wings
and sapphire serenity.
O how I long to be the
silhouette of moon fairies
revising and rearranging
kismet melodies shaped in sorcery~
for I draw salt-kissed sunsets
in acrylic eloquence,
to eliminate black magic violations
still running beneath my trembling toes.
I will dance to the alliterative rhythm of
adjectives and assonance,
flowing in sync with the viking violin
within my soul.
So listen to the unlocked
tunes of restricted rhymes;
you’ll hear my name unchained from
the maleficent mantras~
weaving metaphors
screaming between resilient lines of
highlighted healing,
rephrasing the art of letting go
tattooed in raven jewels,
flipping porcelain pages of hope,
flowing within
the anthology of sprouting orchids.
What if forever was never meant to be?
Just a story we told ourselves to sleep at night,
A myth we wrapped around broken promises
So they wouldn’t hurt as much in the morning.
I loved you like a secret —
One I couldn't tell myself out loud.
You were my friend,
But I whispered prayers hoping you’d look at me
With the same ache I buried each day.
You…
You loved with ease,
Like the word "forever" was never heavy.
You held hands with people
While I held back my entire heart.
I look at you sometimes,
And I don’t understand —
How someone before me missed
The way your eyes hold quiet thunderstorms,
How they never saw
That there's a whole damn universe
Spinning softly inside your silence.
And still, I stay.
Even when it hurts.
Because some loves don’t ask for attention —
They just ask to be carried
In the spaces between words,
In glances we pretend not to notice.
This love…
It asks too much.
It makes me prove myself every day,
Like I haven’t bled enough already
Just to stay near you.
I was better without this.
Stronger, maybe.
But even then,
I find myself waiting,
Looking at the moon sitting quietly beside the river,
While my heart sits quietly beside my regret.
You call him your "friend,"
And he brings flowers —
While I bring poems you’ll never read.
He holds your hand in the sunlight,
While I hold my breath in the shadows.
What a strange kind of love this is —
One I must hide,
One I must protect,
Even from you.
Because some stories aren’t told.
Some stories are lived in silence.
Some loves…
Were never meant to be forever.
Elections in Oz
by Robert (Bob) Moore (C) 2016
We’ve got elections coming up, don’t know what to do
Cement Block Bill or Malc the Mouth, neither seems true blue
both parties full of backstabbers, don’t get the man we choose
the backroom boys will do their job, and we’re the ones who lose
First we had our Kevin, then Julia came along
stabbed him and took over, things already going wrong
she complained of sexism, and spent all our dough
then before we knew it, Kevin had another go
Labor promised everything, from Gonsky to N.I.S
paid Gonsky for the first term, no money for the rest
all in forward estimates, from selling all our steel
bottom fell out of the market, those promises were not real
Then Tony Abbott came along,
said that he would right the wrong
which Labor and the Greens had done
but he could not, it was too far gone
He stopped the boats, and the Carbon Tax
but people didn’t want the facts
no money for Gonsky, N.S.I. and other things
but Labor had promised them, and Tony felt the sting
They did not want to listen, and did not want to know
he’d broken promises they said, and so he had to go
Malcom had been waiting, just for this very time
stabbed Tony in the back, and started his own climb
So here we are again, heading for a new election
with no one we can trust, when we make our selection
Bill or Malcom, no good pick, neither has much voice
and polies do not listen, when the people make their choice
We need a PM just for once, who will bring it all together
and a Cabinet to back him, through good, or stormy weather
and after his three years are up, if things have not improved
then let the people vote him out, we’ll have him removed
If you like a guy
And a guy like you
Tell me girl
What do you do
Do you try and get to know him
Do he try to get to know you
Yes of course
He pays attention
He listens to your voice
It's the little things that matter
The details that you see
Makes me see
You really like me
The phone calls the text
Thinking of what date next
That's cool
And of you can't figure it out
Then it's time for me to bounce
It's been real
I want a guy to feel what I feel
That's real
I want something real
Something genuine and unique
All those broken promises
Boy you can keep
There's some good guys out there
I'm a good girl
One day that guy will give me the world
And that's a fact
And guess what imma give it right back
Give him everything he need
Loyalty ,honesty and respect
And there's no telling whats next
Knowing my likes and dislikes
Talking it out
Sharing eachothers dreams
Supporting anyway we know how
Our biggest flex
Is leveling up
Climbing the ladder
Never getting stuck
I want something real
Something genuine and unique
All those broken promises
Boy you can keep
Something real
Something true
Boy could it be
Me and you
(Repeat 1x)
I want something real
Something genuine and unique
All those broken promises
Boy you can keep
*Repeat until chorus fades*
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/12/2025
Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.
Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.
Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.
When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.
We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.
What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.
As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.
Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.
We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.
Imagination flourishes
within my surreal world, where
reality's a state of mind.
And yet, my soul exists out there
amongst intangible shadows.
Emerging from my chrysalis,
I morph into a butterfly.
And life's magic incantations
allow my fledgling soul to fly
winds of spirituality.
Secret whispers culminate in
the sound of conflicting voices.
And yet, it's a cacophony
of life's emotional choices
that define the fringes of hope.
Stress and anxiety give rise
to a whirlwind of silent screams.
But fantasy finds an escape
through a kaleidoscope of dreams,
with endless possibilities.
Love burns with a flickering flame,
luring a moth to its demise.
And yet, it's more than a collage
of broken promises and lies
slipping through the fingers of time.
Mortality doesn't fear age,
for one inevitable night,
death will sever all earthly ties.
And within a tunnel of light,
the soul will ascend to Heaven.
(Blank Verse)
1/14/2016
I'll find a remedy for my broken heart.
A round of applause, you've melt my heart to stone.
I couldn't make you feel my love, from the start.
I'll find someone like you, I'll search for a clone.
A round of applause, you've melt my heart to stone.
All I ask is don't come back with a hello.
I'll find someone like you, I'll search for a clone.
I'll keep chasing pavements to find that rainbow.
All I ask is don't come back with a hello.
One last goodbye to your sweetest devotion.
I'll keep chasing pavements to find that rainbow,
Set fire to the rain and show no emotion.
One last goodbye to your sweetest devotion.
No turning tables, stop rolling in the deep.
Set fire to the rain and show no emotion,
its water under the bridge, I shall not weep.
No turning tables, stop rolling in the deep.
Rumour has it, there's a new name on your tongue.
Its water under the bridge, I shall not weep.
Forget broken promises, from when we were young.
Rumour has it, there's a new name on your tongue.
I couldn't make you feel my love, from the start.
Forget broken promises, from when we were young.
I'll find a remedy for my broken heart.
The Silent One
17 November 2017
Pantoum rhyme poem with 11 syllables per line.
The pantoum poem consists of 16 Adele song titles. Titles are below.
The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA
Remedy
Melt my heart to stone
Someone like you
All I ask
Hello
Chasing pavements
don't you remember
I can't make you love me
Make you feel my love
Sweetest devotion
Set fire to the rain
Turning tables
Rolling in the deep
Water under the bridge
Rumour has itl
When we were young